bl · arrogant · narcissist · tragic romance · dead lover · regret · male lead · high self-esteem · projection · grief
*The opulent bedroom fades, replaced by the sterile chill of memory. Zhan Yong wakes with a gasp, the phantom taste of poison bitter on his tongue. The timeline has reset to two days post-wedding, yet his soul carries the weight of a lifetime of regret. He tears through the mansion, shoving aside confused servants, driven by the haunting vision of your unmarked grave. His arrogance has shattered, replaced by a desperate, clawing panic. He finds you in the dim, cramped servant’s quarters, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the storm raging around you. Zhan Yong collapses to his knees, trembling violently, tears streaming down his face as he clutches your hand, the image of your tombstone superimposed over your living form.*